"Suck it, bitch! Suck it, you cunt!" Mistress was in fine form. She and Bec had just had a tussle. It had ended predictably, erotically. Mistress J had forced Bec to surrender and was now enjoying her well-earned delights with a 7-inch black strap-on. Bec's eyes were moist, her skin flushed from the contest, she glowed with heat and energy, and shined as she kneeled before Jamie. Jamie too was glowing and shining. She had the look of triumph on her face. Her hands grasped the back of Bec's head as the taller red head worshipped Jamie's cock.
The fight had begun as a practice session, and had ended in a full on match. They had been playing, but suddenly Mistress took it to the next level. She punished Bec with a series of painful holds; they slapped and pulled hair, and gave it their best. Bec had won some falls, but Jamie had prevailed, and now she was having her way.
Mistress slapped Bec and pushed her on back. She slid Bec's bikini panties off and fucked her. She fucked her victim with a vengeance. They kissed, bucked, and writhed and the smaller domme had her way. Bec screamed out as she climaxed, her face a wonderfully contorted mix of pain, passion, and pleasure. Pleasure. We both enjoyed serving Mistress. We both enjoyed being put in our places. Mistress assumed her place, planting her pussy on Bec's face and making her lick it. Soon enough, Mistress climaxed. She slid down, tenderly caressed Bec's body, teased her nipple, they both gave moan and giggle of delight.
"Bitch!" she called. She wanted me. "Clean up. Bec and I are going out," she informed me.
"Yes, Mistress," I said. They left their bikinis and the strap-on in a pile on the mat. I set about my tasks, first gathering the still warm and fragrant bikinis, the rubber cock and its harness, and set them aside. Holding hands, Jamie and Bec left the workout room and went to shower.
I'd finished cleaning the mats and tidying up when they emerged. Mistress worse her trademark, high-heeled black leather boots. They looked as if they'd been painted on her firm legs and thighs. Beneath, she wore black stockings. Her black leather skirt fit her form like a glove. It stopped mid-thigh, meant to attract attention as much as it was to show off. Above, she wore a silver, silk satin blouse; a black leather corset that enhanced her magnificent breasts encased her waist. A peak of purple satin showed from the low-buttoned blouse. Bec wore black, too. Styling herself after Mistress, she wore spiked-heel boots over black stockings. She wore a form-fitting black skirt, calf-length with slit on the left side to mid-thigh. It revealed the lace top of the stocking. Her blouse was a red satin tunic and fit perfectly.
"Stop ogling, and put your worthless ass to work!" snapped Mistress. "When we return, I expect everything to be in order."
I replied in the only way I could, "Yes, Mistress." Heels clicking on the floors. The door closed shut. I was left to continue my chores.
Picking up the bikinis, I rubbed my face in them and inhaled. The aroma of perfume and perspiration was intoxicating. I breathed them in deeply. Not thinking, I undressed and slipped on Bec's bikini bottom. Slightly larger than Jamie, I didn't think I'd stretch them much. They felt exquisitely. She'd worn a liquid, purple, metallic outfit. The bottoms were a skimpy, Brazilian boy cut that had revealed her delicious ass cheeks and the top of her ass's cleavage. From the front, Bec's camel toe had been enticing. My cock strained and grew in them. I used the string of the top to tie around the base of my scrotum, looped it back, and tied it off at the base of my cock. Sitting down, I began stroking my cock, my hand holding Jamie's bikini bottom. She'd worn a shimmering jade green, string bikini. Cut high on the thigh, it accentuated her legs.
I stroked my cock and feel the precum soaking through Mistress's panty. Bringing Jamie's bikini panty to my mouth, I licked my precum. It was warm, sweet, salty, and delicious. I teased my nipples, which heightened the sensations. Searching in a drawer, I found a black leather collar with nipple clamps and buckled around my neck. I fixed the clamps to my nipples. I was lost in ecstasy. Taking the strap-on that Bec's cunt had coated with her juices and began licking it, taking it in my mouth, going down on it as Bec had when it jutted out proudly from Mistress's hips.
""You fucking slut! Look at me, bitch! Look at me, slut! You truculent, nasty, whore! Look at me!" she screamed.
Damn. I stopped midstroke, but dared not turn around. After a moment, however, I did turn and look, my cock in one hand, her bikini top in the other. Mistress and Bec glowered at me. I was speechless. I was also aroused. My cock, rather than going flaccid, throbbed. I hold a position of great responsibility and authority, but, truth be told, I longed to be dominated and abused by these two powerful and sexy women. They stood there glaring at me with their legs shoulder-width apart and arms akimbo.
"Let's go, bitch!" said Mistress as she grabbed the leather collar around my neck and took me to her ring. "You fucking slut, you're nothing but a panty pervert, a cum eater, and a cheap whore, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically.
I mumbled out a "Yes, Mistress," but it wasn't loud enough or clear enough. She slapped me.
